Avery’s eyes widened, catching the sight of her junior—sweet, innocent Emma locked in a deep, filthy kiss with their Young Master while he pounded her pussy, his fingers still teasing her clit.

“Ooh!♡~ Smack!♡~ Smack!♡~ Smack!♡~ Mmmm!♡~ Smack!♡~ Aaaah!♡~ Ughh!♡~ Nnn!”

The sheer wrongness of it—the taboo of him kissing another knight, her legion watching, her body being ravaged, hit her like a lightning bolt, amplifying her pleasure to an unbearable peak.

“I-I’m gonna come!♡~” She cried, her voice breaking as she braced herself, her hands clutching the stump beneath her. “Oh god, I’m gonna come!♡~”

Her back arched, her pussy clenching around his cock as she shattered, squirting in violent, messy bursts that sprayed across his hips, soaking the ground beneath them.

“Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Slosh!♡~ Glug!♡~”

Her moans escalated into a scream, her body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy tore through her.

“Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~”

At the same moment, Cassius hit his peak, his cock pulsing as he gave one final, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt. He groaned into Emma’s mouth, his seed flooding Avery’s pussy in thick, hot spurts, filling her womb as her walls milked him dry.

“Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~”

His kiss with Emma didn’t falter, his tongue still tangling with hers as he came, his hips twitching with the last of his release. Avery’s squirt mixed with his cum, a creamy white fluid dripping down her thighs as he slowly pulled out, her pussy glistening and spent, her body trembling with the aftershocks.

“Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~”

Emma’s resistance also crumbled completely, the heat of his kiss pushing her own body to the edge. A faint trickle escaped her, wetting her pants as her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground with a soft thud, her breath coming in shallow, frantic gasps.

Her pussy throbbed, a pulsing ache mirroring Avery’s, her face blank with a dazed disbelief as she sat there, overwhelmed by the sensations still coursing through her, while Avery herself lay sprawled on the stump, her legs spread, her chest heaving as she panted, her body slick with sweat and juices, looking like she’d just fought a war—and lost, or won, in the most glorious way.

Seeing this, the crowd reeled, their composure shattering at the sight burned into them.

Two more knights buckled, their legs giving out as they sank to the ground, clutching each other for support.

“I-I can’t take it!” One gasped, her voice trembling as her face burned red.

“They’re—they’re wrecked! Like he fought ’em both and won!” Another, older and battle-scarred, shook her head, her own pussy aching as she muttered.

“Never seen anything like it—two of our best, turned to mush by him. Gods, my heart’s gonna burst!”

Not a single knight could maintain their stoic facade, their faces flushed, their breaths uneven as they gaped at the aftermath, questioning what they’d just witnessed—a lustful storm that had swept through their ranks and left them all shaken.

Cassius ignored their stares, his focus shifting to Emma as he crouched beside her, his expression softening with a hint of apology.

“Hey, sorry about that, Emma.” He said, his voice low and warm, a teasing lilt threading through it. “You were just too cute standing there, all red and flustered, I just couldn’t help myself. Had to steal a kiss.” He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle as he grinned. “You alright?”

Emma didn’t respond, her gaze fixed on some distant point, her lips still tingling from his tongue, her body humming with a heat she couldn’t name.

Cassius then chuckled softly, rising to his feet as he turned back to Avery, who lay panting on the stump, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and bliss.

“What about you Avery? Felt good, didn’t it? Better than anything that husband of yours ever gave you?”

Avery managed a tired nod, her voice hoarse and faint as she smiled weakly.

“Of course, Young Master.” She whispered, her words heavy with sincerity. “I’ve never…never felt pleasure like that before. Didn’t even know it existed this kind of satisfaction, this fire.”

“…T-Thank you for showing me, for giving me something so…so incredible.”

Her chest heaved, her breasts rising and falling as she caught her breath, her body still humming with the memory of him inside her.

Cassius grinned, a warm, satisfied glint in his crimson eyes. “Glad I could, princess.” He said, his tone rich with pride.

But then his gaze dropped to his cock—still rock-hard, jutting out proud and unrelenting, as if it hadn’t just ravaged her pussy moments ago.

He chuckled, and shook his head. “Sadly, though, this little guy down here? Not so easily satisfied. Might take a couple more rounds to calm him down.”

“…Hell, maybe a whole day of fucking you senseless in bed.”

Avery’s blush flared, her exhausted face heating as the image flooded her mind his massive cock pounding her for hours, her body writhing beneath him, her pussy stretched and soaked through an entire day.

The thought alone sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, her pussy growing wetter despite its spent state, a faint trickle of juice escaping as she squirmed on the stump.

“A…Whole day?” She murmured, her voice a mix of awe and nervous excitement, her thighs twitching involuntarily.

He smirked, catching the glint of desire in her eyes as he leaned closer, his hand brushing her thigh.

“You up for it, princess? Wanna come to my bedroom, help me out with this?” He asked, his tone a dirty promise as he nodded toward his throbbing shaft. “Take care of your Young Master till he’s good and done?”

Her blush deepened, her heart pounding as she nodded, her voice soft but resolute.

“O-Of course I will, Young Master.” She said, her eyes shining with devotion. “It’s my duty—to protect you, to serve you as your knight…in any way you need. Even…even in bed.”

But then her gaze flickered to the crowd of knights still watching, their faces a mix of shock, arousal, and disbelief, and a flicker of hesitation crossed her face.

“But…I’m still on duty.” She added, her voice faltering with embarrassment. “I can’t just leave them…not like this.”

Cassius waved a hand dismissively, his grin unfazed.

“Not a problem.” He said, his tone light but commanding. “We’ll just ask Julie for permission—easy fix.”

Before she could protest, he bent down and scooped her up in a swift, effortless motion, cradling her naked body in a princess carry that made her gasp. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, her bare skin pressed against his chest, and a warmth flooded her—a safety, a security she hadn’t felt since childhood, when her father had carried her through stormy nights.

No man had ever made her feel so protected, so cherished, not since she’d grown into the warrior who shielded herself. But now, in Cassius’s arms, she felt untouchable, as if a thousand arrows couldn’t pierce the shield of his embrace.

“Y-You don’t have to carry me!” She stammered, her face flushing as she squirmed slightly, acutely aware of her knights’ eyes on her—her naked body, her throbbing pussy still glistening with cum, fully exposed in his arms.

But his grip only tightened, steady and reassuring, and she melted into it, her embarrassment softening under his warmth.

He chuckled, striding forward with her in his arms, his still-hard cock bobbing shamelessly as he approached the group of knights.

“He’s carrying her?!”

“Oh my, she’s bare as day!”

Their murmurs grew their faces flushing as they scrambled to process the sight.

Julie, who’d finally turned back when the moans fell silent, froze as she saw him coming, her jaw tightening. She wanted to look away—needed to, but pride held her in place, her role as captain forcing her to meet his gaze.

She kept her eyes locked on his face, refusing to glance down at the massive shaft swinging free, though her cheeks burned red.

Aisha risked one glance, her eyes widening in horror before she whipped her head away, muttering. “Nope, not again, not looking at that monstrous thing.” Her tail swishing around as she fought to block it out.

Avery’s blush deepened, her body trembling slightly as every knight’s gaze bore into her her nakedness, her vulnerability, her dripping pussy on full display. She then lifted her eyes to Julie’s, their gazes locking, and both women flushed, a shared embarrassment sparking between them.

“Captain…” Avery began, her voice hesitant and shaky. “I…I need to help the Young Master, so I’m requesting leave just for a bit.”

Cassius tilted his head, his tone playful but firm. “Gotta be clearer than that, princess, or else Julie won’t get it…Tell her why what’s gonna happen.”

Her breath caught, her face burning as she forced herself to meet Julie’s eyes again.

“I…I’m going to his bedroom.” She said, her voice trembling but growing steadier as she pushed through the shame. “His…his cock—it’s still hard, and I’m gonna help him with it. He’s gonna put it in me, in and out, till it goes limp—use my body to…to vent his frustration, satisfy him.”

“…So, please, Captain, I need leave for this.”

Julie’s jaw dropped, her composure cracking as the explicit words hit her like a blow. She stood frozen, dazed, unable to believe her Commander, her fierce, proud Avery—was spelling out such a filthy request.

The crowd’s stares weighed heavy, every knight waiting for her response, and she coughed, her voice rushed and flustered as she waved a hand.

“Go—go, you can go!” She blurted, her face scarlet as she fought to regain control. “It’s fine, no big deal—we’re just…training with the new techniques today. You’re excused, Avery, just…go!”

Cassius’s grin widened, a glint of triumph in his eyes.

“See? Easy as that.” He said, nodding at Julie. “Thanks, Captain—appreciate it.”

He then turned, still cradling Avery, and started walking away, but not before leaning down to murmur in her ear, his voice a dirty, heated promise. “I’m not letting you out of my bed until tomorrow, princess. Gonna fuck you so hard, that every knight here’ll hear you moaning from my room—screaming my name until you can’t speak.”

Avery’s blush flared, her heart racing as she buried her face in his damp shirt, the once-mighty warrior reduced to a shy, trembling girl in his arms.

The image her moans echoing through his mansion, her body ravaged by his cock—sent a fresh throb through her pussy, and she squirmed, her voice a soft whimper.

“Young Master…” She mumbled, half-embarrassed, half-eager, her body already craving what he promised.

He chuckled, amused by her reaction, but then his gaze shifted, a flicker of irritation crossing his face as he realized something or someone—was missing.

“Hold up.” He muttered, scanning the scene. “Where’s Lucius? Thought he’d be yapping by now, making some dumb comment.”

His eyes then landed on his butler, standing stiffly by the stump, and he blinked, exasperation flaring.

Lucius wasn’t just blindfolded—black silk tight over his eyes—but he also had earplugs stuffed in his ears, his face serene as if oblivious to the entire spectacle.

Cassius scowled, striding over with Avery still in his arms and delivering a swift kick to Lucius’s backside. The butler yelped, stumbling forward as he yanked out the earplugs, his voice a panicked squeak. “Y-Young Master?! What—!”

“What the hell are you doing?” Cassius demanded, his tone a mix of irritation and disbelief as he glared at him. “Blindfold and earplugs? You standing there like a damn statue—what’s the deal?”

Lucius straightened, his face lighting up with pride as he clutched the earplugs, his blindfold still in place.

“Oh, Master, it’s brilliant!” He chirped, oblivious to the absurdity. “I used to get so flustered, hearing all those….moans from your room—made my heart race, not in a good way! But now, with these earplugs, I can’t hear a thing! No more embarrassment, no more awkwardness.”

“…I can stay by your side no matter what! Isn’t it perfect?”

Cassius bit his lips, his eye twitching as he processed this. “So…what, you’re just gonna stand there every time I’m with a woman? Blindfold on, earplugs in, hovering like a creep?”

“Of course!” Lucius beamed, nodding vigorously. “Anything to be close to you, Young Master—nothing’ll keep me away! I’ll be there, silent and steady, no matter how…passionate things get!”

His voice rose with enthusiasm, his blindfold bobbing as he gestured wildly.

Cassius groaned, delivering another swift kick to Lucius’s rear, making him yelp again.

“Don’t be such a damn weirdo.” He snapped, turning away with Avery still cradled against him. “Follow me and keep up, idiot…Don’t make me drag you.”

Lucius scrambled after him, blindfold still on, his hands outstretched as he called. “Keep talking, Master! I’ll follow your voice—don’t leave me behind!”

His footsteps shuffled clumsily, his earplugs dangling from one hand as he trailed Cassius, oblivious to the path ahead.

The knights watched them go, their training session forgotten, the new techniques Cassius had promised buried under the weight of what they’d just witnessed.

Julie stood rigid, her face still burning as she muttered. “Never…Never signing up for one of his training sessions again.”

Aisha’s tail flicked, her voice a low hiss as she kept her eyes averted. “H-He’s a depraved menace—worse than the rumors.”

But their words lacked conviction, their bodies still humming with heat, their lower halves aching from the display they couldn’t unsee.

“Someone get the maids.” One knight gasped, fanning herself as she leaned against a comrade. “I need ice-cold water, something, my body’s too damn hot!”

Another nodded, her voice trembling, “He’s exactly like they said—unstoppable and utterly depraved. Gods help us if he turns that on anyone else.”

They stood there, scattered and flustered, their minds replaying the sight of Avery—their fierce Commander, ravaged, worshipped, and now carried off like a blushing bride, her moans destined to haunt the mansion.

The training grounds felt empty without Cassius’s presence, but the heat he’d ignited lingered, a fire no ice could quench, and they knew the rumors were true: their Young Master was a force unlike any other, and they’d all felt its pull…

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